My list.

Dear Paige,

I'm paranoid. One noise I hear in my bedroom at night will send me inside to sleep.

I'm anxious. Stomach pains run my life, so does anxiety.

I worry too much. Something so small, will take me to conclusions I shouldn't and wouldn't if i didn't worry.

I'm sensitive. One word you call me, could well and truly make me do a Niagara.

I'm ticklish. You can't touch me without me kicking you in the ribs.

I'm Delusional. I tend to hear and see things I shouldn't, not by choice.

I over think things. Some simple tasks that could be resolved the easy way, within 10 minutes. I usually take the hard route, within 40 minutes.

I'm scared of everything. Name one thing; no doubt I'll be afraid of it.

I'm curious. Anything I'm intrigued in, I tend to stick my nose into it; not literally.

I Procrastinate. Nothing happens, until the day before it's meant to.

I'm affectionate. You never see it, only if you're comfortable with me being comfortable.

I'm an observer. Everything you wish I hadn't seen, I did.

I'm inpatient. I wasn't born to wait.

I'm quick-tempered. That's right. Back off.

I'm imaginative. When reality isn't working out for me, I make up my own life.

I'm moody. 'Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get'.

I'm not independent. I depend on you, and only you.

I have OCD.

I'm ebullient. I try to bring the best out of others, but showing the best of me.

I get agitated easily. Anything can make me cry, or want to kill you.

I'm selfish. I can't help it.

You can't help me.

From me.